Yesterday I logged easily a weeks worth of exercise on here. I was so far behind. I’m still logging in a notebook and in various places on 3FC. I just haven’t been online a whole lot. I was going to post an entry too, but a nap sounded better.

My foot. It’s still healing. Still a buldge on top. It sucks royally. It doesn’t hurt as much as it did last week and the week before, but certain movements are uncomfortable. Bosu and zumba are still out. And that pisses me off because I’m getting so damn bored with the eliptical. Hoping next week to start those classes again.

My weigh-ins. Well, 229 last Sunday, 230 this Sunday. Shit. Back to 228 today, but we’ll see how good I can be this weekend for Sunday weigh-in.

My friend turned 30 today. Unreal. I’m just a month behind her. Jeez, I can remember being 5. I told Aaron the other day that soon winter will be here, then spring, summer and fall. And they’re all going by so much faster. And then we’ll be 80. I don’t think I am having a crisis (like when I turned 25). I am just baffled at the speed of life.

So I better take care of myself, because, let’s be real here, it’s gone before you know it.

Still battling congestion from hell. I can’t shake it. It interferes when I’m trying to work out. And I’m sure it’s lovely to hear hacking in the gym while on a machine. I’m sure people would think “Ewwww, I’m not touching THAT thing”. No worries. I don’t hack. But I sure feel like it. Yuck.

And to top it off, my youngest daughter dropped a chair on my foot last Friday. It’s banged up. It hurts. Still. So no zumba and no bosu. Boo. The eliptical and strength training with my arms is about all I can do. I hope it goes away soon.

With the cold.

Oh, yeah. Weight Watchers online is working out really well. The first week I lost 4 lbs and I lost 3 lbs last week. I’m down to 229 now. How exciting is that?!

I’m still trying to kick this cold, which is remnants of that flu I had. I go to the gym in the mornings, get a bit of a workout in, and then take it easy the rest of the day. I generally feel great in the mornings. Then by afternoon I am ready to just sleep all day. I still get winded when I do too much from the congestion. I’m really hoping next week I can be back to normal. Solo workouts AM, classes in the afternoon.

Look at me, making excuses. I might be tired, but there’s no reason I can’t go and do at least a little.

So instead of doing 15 minutes on the arc trainer and 30 minutes of bosu, which kicks my ass, I did 35 minutes on the eliptical. I’m glad I did. I feel better having done something.

Then the boy and I went to the grocery store. I spent way too much, but I finished up the girls’ Halloween costumes (yes, in September) and got some more Halloween decorations. Halloween is my favorite and I plan on having a mini Halloween party for us, with some scary (looking, not fat laden lol) foods. Produce, meats, fish were also in my cart. Lots of it. That stuff always runs up my bill. I am a master at coupons, but once a month or so the bill is higher because I don’t come across meat or produce coupons often.

So, now if I want a snack, there’s plenty of healthy stuff to chose from.

I’ve bit the bullet and (re)joined weight watchers online. I did it a few years ago, and it worked real well. It pained me to hit submit and watch 53 bucks drain from my account, but maybe, like the gym, if I’m paying for it, I’ll utilize it. If that’s the only way I will learn and be held accountable, so be it.

The free crap ain’t working no more (ie, doing ww using google).

I logged breakfast. After I had already eaten it.

Umm, oops. I had 14 pts remaining for the rest of the day after logging it. I’ll likely go over today (I get 34 pts because I’m nursing, I guess), but at least I know where I stand.

No fucking wonder I’m not losing. Even after all that exercise.

I’ve really got to eat a small snack before I workout in the morning. So I’m not famished when I get home.

I’ve also got to get my appetite in check. This nursing appetite is voracious (still)! I’ve either got to eat less, or eat better.

I managed to take my day off yesterday. It was hard at first, I felt guilty. But as the morning progressed, I didn’t feel bad anymore. The kids and I went to a mom to mom sale yesterday morning. Then we took Kait to soccer and watched her game. Came home, did some light cleaning and relaxed the rest of the day. Watched some football, racing and baseball (sounds like today’s plan too lol) I took two naps yesterday. I was exhausted.

Today I did some strength training. Just a little bit. And 35 minutes on the eliptical. I’ll pick it up tomorrow.

I’m taking the day off tomorrow. I plowed through my workout today. 65 minutes on that eliptical. Sweat just pouring off me. I haven’t sweat that profusely for any other 65 minute eliptical workout. What gives today?

The entire first half hour was a brick wall. I struggled. I’m thankful I pushed through though, because the 2nd half hour was much better. I ended up going 4.37 miles, and burning nearly 700 calories. I don’t remember the exact number, but it was near 700.

It’ll be strange not going tomorrow. I’m so used to it. It’s my daily routine now (hooray!). But I can feel my body screaming for a break.

I’ll probably take it easy Sunday too, maybe just half an hour or something.

I have been to the gym every day for 8 days straight. I am exhausted. I’m just trying to make it to Saturday so I can make that my official day off.

I was going to do zumba and yoga booty ballet tonight, but I’m going to pass. I’m going to make dinner and eat with my family instead of having it made when Aaron gets home and running. I need the break. I did 30 minutes on the eliptical this morning. That shall suffice.

Tomorrow will be my last workout. I swear I will take Saturday off. Working out has become somewhat of an addiction, and I’m ragged. Tomorrow shall also be a fairly easy day. No strength. I swear. Just minimal eliptical time. Easy enough.

Maybe the day off will help me lose weight too. Maybe my body is rebelling. Maybe my muscles are swollen and I’m retaining water. I am pretty sore. I don’t know.

But I’m tired.

(It also doesn’t help that Mason’s not sleeping well at night, therefore, neither am I. So I can’t blame just all the exercise… But still.)